Without giving exact dates, or too much detail, today I find myself wondering…

How many times you can say no to God.

You see, 3+ years ago He unquestionably told me my next step.

I chased down that next step for a few years and every door shut.

And I wondered if I misheard.

No, child, you heard correctly the what.

Now you must wait on the how, when, and where.

And thus began a season of complete and total obedience.

Trust. Faith. Belief.

And then out of the nowhere, the perfect door opened. But I said no.

And then another perfect door opened. And again I said no.

And now a third door has opened, but there are so many people blocking the way.

I see the entry — do I take the roof entrance?

I’m trying to not focus on the people, only this door.

But ultimately only on Jesus.